Here they come, and they're out for blood. For too long, they say, have hot blooded babes in brass bras and chain-link bikinis been held up to scorn as the embodiment of male fantasy wish-fulfillment and non-functionality. You think their swords won't cut, their clubs won't crush? You think they look cute? You can't run, 'cause they're faster than you, and you better not fight, 'cause they're tougher -- and they have no mercy. Here they come, Chicks in Chainmail, and they're going to get you.